“A Magical Moonlight Dance”
“Ilona stood several yards from the tent, backdropped by stenciled birches, framed on either side by boulders whose gray emanations made them seem like fallen pieces of the moon. Her arms extended above her head, hands placed together, thumbs hooked. The moonlight flecked her body unevenly: deeply shading the place below her chest, shining bright on her upper thigh and buttocks, darkening her mid-arms but, at the place where her upper arms united with her shoulders, reflecting soft light on her skin. Her every rib gleamed in that graceful wash of light. The contours of her body flowed in sinuous, serpentine perfection, as though she were a masterpiece sculpted from gray-tinged wax. Long, dark, and wild hung her hair as it passed over the shoulder blades and ran loose and wavy down her back. The hirsute mat covering her pudenda appeared only as a deeper shadow in an area already dark.”